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"Oh yes, officers. Fuck me, fuck my slutty holes with your big dicks," I urged them, only for the door of the police interrogation room to suddenly slam open...!
There, in the doorway, stood a big black police officer. He was built like the proverbial brick shit house. His police uniform shirt, which denoted he was a Sergeant from the three stripes that adorned it, looked like it was about to burst and not just from the size of his arms; ones befitting the stature of a tree trunk.
Back in the real world, I was about to make myself cum for the third, or was it the fourth time? Who knows, I certainly wasn't keeping count as I shoved my black toy deep inside my ass and stroked my horny clit with my very wet, sticky fingers; my pussy dripping wet - literally.
As to how I found myself in that situation, one of entertaining the most decadent, dirty and real nasty thoughts of being debauched by two police officers, soon to be three. It all started rather innocently, in fact, just over an hour ago...
Ii was a Friday evening. Just after 11pm. I had just returned home from a fruitless time at a wine bar, where, despite chatting with several men, nothing much came of it. I'm not a modern woman, despite my young age, 26. By that, I mean, I don't make a move on men, which they seemed to expect. I suppose I get a thrill out of being desired. Certainly, in my erotic thoughts, especially, the men take me with all the roughness of an invading Viking warrior. Ripping my clothes from me and, well, just thinking that has gotten me all wet.
I had just locked my car and was making my way along the pavement to my apartment block when I noticed something worrying. At first, I heard the sound of a woman crying out. When I looked to see, I noticed two youths, each one shrouded in a black hooded sweat-top, running away. From the street light, I caught a short glimpse of what looked to be her handbag in one of the youth's hands before he placed it out of view.
‘Oh my. And I was told this was such a safe area,' I thought and then went looking to find someone who could possibly help.
When I got to the end of my road, there, not more than 10 yards away, was a police officer, walking towards me.
"Officer, officer," I called out as I ran towards him as best that I could in my high heels.
"I just saw two youths, take a woman's handbag. This way, officer," I urged him, encouragingly, slightly out of breath, enough to cause me to pause my indication.
He followed me to where the incident I noticed had taken place. His main concern, however, was for that of the woman, which I found most commendable, enough to set off a warmth inside me as he asked if she was alright.
Despite my inner warmth, brought about by my lack in getting laid and the officer's empathy, my attire that night, what with it being late autumn and a week away from winter and December, caused a shiver, several, in fact, to be noticeable.
"I just need to take a statement and your details Miss," he said, having seen the woman on her way and taken a statement and details from her.
By then, and with what little I had on, a black lacy body stocking that ran from my feet all the way up my body, I had my arms folded and was occasionally rubbing them with my hands to keep them warm. In addition to it being crotchless, I wasn't wearing any knickers beneath my white skirt, one that fell to halfway down my thighs. Even my nipples had become hard beneath my white boob tube, although that could just be my aroused state. I so love a man in uniform. Sexy, professional and upstanding, perfect for being corrupted, erotically, by a slut like me.
"Traci, Traci Sutton," I told him. "Is it alright if we go to my apartment, it's just over there," I said, pointing.
"Yeah. Yes. Okay," he said, agreeably. "You look cold, Traci. Been out for the night, I take it," he was quick to add.
"I'm, officer Monty, George Monty," he intoned, introducing himself to me as we made our way to my apartment block. What with the lateness of the hour and there being few cars going by, the long heels of my red slip-ons made a loud clacking noise with each step I took; my legs tautened by them.
"Yes. A wine bar. Just a few drinks. Wind down after a week's work," I said, while he made no mention of my having driven back, something I indicated to him when we went to see if the woman was alright.
"A nice block. None of that riff-raff, Traci," he said as I strolled towards the lift with officer Monty following at a distance. ‘Is he checking me out,' I wondered, as we waited inside a plush, all white vestibule. Even the mailboxes were white and clean.
In a matter of seconds, we stepped into the lift, which, as well as being clean, had a full-length mirrored wall at the back. ‘You are, aren't you,' I realised having caught a glimpse of where his eyes were directed, my shapely ass and slender legs, as I moved towards the back wall. I hesitated for a moment, maybe two, before slowly turning around.
"Which floor, Traci?" he said. I was so caught up with my thoughts and that of the handsome police offer looking me up and down, something he had a trained eye for in his line of work - attention to detail and all that - I had forgetter to press the button for my floor.
"Two. The 2nd floor," I cooed, somewhat alluringly, only for it to go unnoticed by way of any response. None was forthcoming as we rode silently up two floors.
In my thoughts, I would be knelt in front of the young dark haired officer, his hand filled with a fist full of my shoulder-length blonde hair, urging me to take his big long dick all the way down to his balls, the head, big, bulging and mushroom-like, throbbing inside my throat as he fucked my face. God! No doubt about it, I was damn horny and so in need of being warmed up right then.
He pressed the button, turned his head and upper body and smiled at me. I smiled back, wanting more. I wanted to feel him rip my body stocking open, surround my hard nipples with his mouth and suck on each until they caught fire, well, not literally, just enough to be warmed up by him.
My clit throbbed for attention while that of my walking along the corridor, one foot in front of the other, caused my thighs to rub together and my clit to be stimulated. I was grateful, albeit only momentarily, to stop and unlock the door to my apartment, a quite compact one. It had a short hall with the bedroom at the end and the lounge to the left, which is where I lead officer Monty, his eyes following me after he had closed the door behind him and made sure it was shut.
I offered him a coffee in the hope that he would stay for more and he accepted; just the coffee that is. It was too late for me to join him. I just wanted to get to bed and my thoughts while using one of my trusty toys as a substitute for the real thing.
I did my utmost best to appeal to him as he took down my statement while not being obvious; obvious enough for him to take the hint and debauch my horny body.
With his coffee half drunk, he stood up and thanked me for my help and the refreshment, while my pussy went unquenched by his mouth, lips and tongue. Oh well, I resigned myself as I saw him out.
Having closed and subsequently locked the door, I moved the cover of the spyhole to one side. It was now my turn to gaze as he waited for the lift, while I half-consciously rolled my hard nipple with fingers of my right hand.
My cunt was dripping wet. My juices slick and sticky both on my shaved mound and upper thighs just below it. I released the cover and turned around. I had my back pressed against the door, eyes closed, as I imagined officer Monty moving his hand to where mine was heading. I was breathing deeply when I drew up my skirt and soon found my wet slit and meaty fuck lips, wet also.
"Yes, emn, yes, more," I sighed and moaned all the while imagining...
I was being interrogated by officer Monty and another officer; Bob, if it helps. To me, and in my sexually heightened state, he was just another guy with another lovely big cock and just as handsome as Monty with blonde hair and blue eyes, a perfect contrast.
Dressed as I was, they had mistaken me for a streetwalker, a whore no-less, and had taken me in for questioning. After what felt like 10 minutes of intense interrogation, banging on the table when they didn't get the answers they both wanted and expected, they stood up and ambled towards me.
I was grabbed under an arm by each of them. As I was pulled up, rather roughly, in fact, Bob kicked the chair out of the way. I was turned and pushed against the wall, my shapely 38C tits pressed close to the painted blue brickwork while my face was close enough to be able to kiss it.
I gasped at their continued rough treatment as my arms were raised and my hands placed palm down against the wall level with my head. A foot from one of them urged my feet further apart just as a hand ran up either side of my body. I was about to be searched and by two male police officers. That thought alone intensified my fingers as they stroked my needy clit.
The hands soon strayed inwards and I moaned when I felt them cup my tits, kneading them as if they were dough and sending tingling sensations straight to my clit. As the caressing intensified and my body warmed up, I felt the officer's truncheon, what he had concealed in his trousers, warm and hard as he pressed himself against me.
He drew my upper body away from the wall, enough that he was able to roll my nipples, which he occasionally pulled on, between his thumb and index finger.
"Is this, is this part of, the interrogation?" I moaned, gasped and questioned as a warmth rose up from somewhere deep inside me. My pussy became ever more wet while the possibility of my arousal juices leaking from me was imminent with each firm and sensual touch and passing second.
For my trouble, his right hand, having released my nipple, pulled away and then ‘slap'! Not only did I gasp when I felt it connect with my tit, but it warmed me up and sent a shock, almost electric in its intensity, straight to the centre of my core and my clit. There was more, though.
He grabbed at my body stocking and I felt his nails in my warm flesh when he ripped it open. That, and the sound of it being torn asunder, increased my excitement with a degree of anxiety, enough that I gasped, "huh,' profusely.
"She's trembling, the whore's trembling," Bob announced and I was. It was, though, out of need. I so needed to be taken roughly and by two police officers. Men who were known for being upstanding pillars of society. Men to be trusted and not, as I was, being roughly mauled, slapped and no doubt forced to take their cocks in every hole. Debauched by the police. How could they, and I so wanted them to debauch me.
My white boob tube was yanked down next and my shapely tits spilled out. His hands, vaguely warm, caused a tremble as they fondled my warm flesh, all under the scrutiny of officer Monty. What was he doing, I wondered to myself as Bob rolled, pulled and tweaked my hard nipples - flesh against flesh - as he continued to tease me with the raging hard-on that was pressed against my ass.
I imagined George behind us, his big long cock in his right hand as he stroked his firm shaft. That thought, added to what Bob was doing, got me all the more wet and I released a serious of low moans. I held my breath and stood still, my body almost frozen in time, when he suddenly withdrew his right hand.
He did it. He just couldn't resist, and I hadn't even said anything. He slapped my bare, naked tit with his firm hand. That warmed us both up. His hand, my tit and my body, certainly.
"Let's see what you've got concealed elsewhere," he presently muttered while the warm breath that escaped his lips close to my right ear as he said it, flicked my hair and enveloped my lobe.
He was going for my pussy, my dripping wet cunt, I realised and then his hands were slowly sliding down my midriff, teasing the waistband of my skirt for the smallest of moments before moving lower. At the point his fingers neared my warmth, he drew them out and continued down and across my thighs before sweeping them to the back and my round ass.
By then, he had drawn himself back. A frisson of anxiety and need at the loss made its way up my spine. Then a hand was cupping each cheek and the warmth returned. He stretched my buttocks, pulling them apart and back a few times and then releasing them after each gaping pull to do it again. When I leant forward and pushed my ass out invitingly, though...
Although Bob's hands were quick to draw up my skirt, he moved them slowly, revealing another inch of my thigh as he did. His continued teasing was making me hot, hot and wet. It felt as if my pussy was on fire while a small one seemed to rage in my very core.
"What, what are you doing?" I moaned and crooned.
"You know very well, whore," he rejoined.
My skirt was level with my hips and moving ever more higher. He only stopped when my skirt was free of them. My ass was exposed and on display. If he knelt down, I dare say he would be able to see my meaty labia, my fuck lips as I think of them, wet and glistening from my arousal juices and I was undeniably aroused.
He didn't. Instead, I felt his hands slide down my cheeks and soon discover what he was looking for. I trembled with his touch and its lack of urgency to feel me up between my outstretched thighs.
"The whore's naked. No panties," Bob announced, his fingers, those of his left hand, having moved around to my left, stroking a deep path along my wetness while his right hand smoothed across my backside.
I trembled with expectancy. I so wanted to feel his fingers inside my snug wet cunt. I ached to have him, his cock, preferably, deep inside my warm dowsed sex as he stroked my crease with two of his long fingers and flicked my clit with his thumb before...
I held that thought and quickly made my way to my bedroom. I undid my skirt as I went and stepped out of it, removing each shoe afterwards. I lay on my back on my bed and continued. My legs bent at the knee and turned outwards. My needy pussy was as wet as I imagined it was when Bob subsequently slipped two of his fingers inside my needy hole, only as far as his fingertips, though, and, as I quickly found out, for good reason.
His right hand immediately withdrew and then ‘slap'! This time my ass received a burning shock while the forward recoil caused my pussy to swallow his fingers like a hungry animal deprived of meat.
"Yes! Fuck! More! Huh, huh," I gasped while my vulva seemed to clench and suck his fingers as he slowly drew them back and added a third.
He took his time, making me wait, not knowing when as he smoothed his hand over the warm smarted area. He was quick with the second and just as firm. It took away my breath and left me gasping; gasping for more. More of his firm hand slaps and the eventual pay off, as an orgasm waited in the wings.
"Yes, fuck, more. Make me cum, make me cum on -"
"Whores don't cum."
Officer Monty was behind me. He had a hold of my hair, pulling me back and causing my spine to arch. I didn't feel his dick, the one I imagined him stroking. Instead, I felt his left hand kneading my right tit and two fingers of the other one tease my puckered rosebud. That caused me to wriggle and squirm. I so love being taken up the ass and with these two fine specimens, I was sure to get some anal and even double teamed by them.
"My ass, you want my ass," I cried out, as the sensations combined and melded into one glorious sense of euphoria. I was at the edge. So close I could taste it. A nipple was once again being rolled and pulled. Fingers teased and tormented my asshole while Bob continued to slap each ass cheek despite the presence of officer Monty's fingers.
When I came, when my floodgates opened, I flexed my hips up and own all four fingers of Bob's hand, drenching them with my warm wet juices as I clenched them for all I was worth. In the end, my legs trembled that much that his long warm fingers, drawn into a cock-like point, were the only thing holding me upright.
When he took them from me, I slunk to the floor in a trembling heap, my back against the wall. I must have looked a sight to them. My body stocking ripped, boob tube pulled down, my shapely tits with their nipples hard and on display while my white skirt, hung around my waist, exposed my cunt, glistening from having been finger fucked by Bob.
As I lay there, legs open and wide, I caught a sound, a vague yet distinct one, that of a pair of nylon zips being drawn down. When I looked up to see, I was confronted by two big long cocks, one on either side, each craving attention. Before that, though, Bob directed his left hand towards me. I sat up relatively straight, my mouth open and tongue extended. He angled his hand and I licked his fingers, tasting myself on them before drawing them ever closer and further into my mouth - past my lips. I sucked on them as I would soon find myself sucking and licking their police cocks, getting my mouth and throat fucked by them and made to swallow their first creamy hot loads.
When I had finished, when Bob withdrew his fingers, he knelt down, his cock bobbing in front of me, and reposed me so that I was sat fully upright with my knees bent and drawn apart. He instructed me to hold myself open and then stroke my pussy and clit. Clearly, I wasn't to use my hands, either to stroke them or...!
He grabbed his cock and immediately directed it towards my mouth. Although I wasn't given the chance to lick it beforehand, when he shoved just the bulging head between my lips, he remained almost still. I sucked the head and slathered my tongue around it as I stroked my pussy and clit - both in my fantasy and laid on my bed.
He fed me some more, while, and from the corner of my eye, I caught sight of officer Monty stroking his equally long thick firm cock. The head on it was more mushroom-like than that of Bob's, which I took with adoration and lust as he worked the first several inches back and forth, leaving me just the crown to suck on each time he withdrew.
I was slowly building up to another climax when the glands suddenly popped into my throat. I gasped around his warm firm length while my fingers momentarily froze at the unexpected shock. His cock throbbed as he pushed my head against the wall, holding himself there, smothering me almost with his groin and abdomen. He grunted as he drew his shaft back. I went to follow it, but his hand was quick to slap on my forehead, holding me in place, in check.
No sooner was his cock free of my throat than he thrust forward and filled me up again. Officer Bob glared down at me with a look of accomplishment and then he was throat fucking me, flexing his hips and popping the head in and out with force and alacrity. If it wasn't for his hand on my forehead, the back of my head would surely be hitting against the wall with each firm, forceful thrust and swing of his hips.
Occasionally, and for good measure, he would mix it up. Pull his cock all the way back so that, again, all I had was his lovely cockhead to suck and lick, and then, slam, he would fire it all the way back and leave it nestled deep inside my throat. I sucked and swallowed as best that I could. On the few times that he pulled his cock free of my warm trembling lips, his cock sprang up, leaving several fine trails of saliva suspended from the head to my lips before dropping off and splashing on my tits.
He drew himself back and away with the final one, and then officer Monty stepped forward. His hand went straight to my head, grabbing my hair and holding me in place. I gaped my mouth and felt the warmth of his tumescent cockhead as it pushed past my lips and invaded my mouth. There was no stopping it and my throat felt the pressure of the crown when it was thrust forward.
He filled me in an instant and then he was holding my head with both hands as my throat got severely fucked. Each time he withdrew himself, my lips and mouth wide, I released a breathy ‘pah' sound, almost a gasp for air, and then he was pumping me some more.
When they seemingly went to switch on me, though, Bob grabbed my arm, saying, "Let's better get at you," and then he pulled me up. I was taken back to the interview table and laid along its short length. I had my head part hanging over one end and my ass cheeks off the other.
Without so much as a warning, Bob shoved his length deep inside my mouth and throat. He held himself there and leant forward. I felt his fingers and thumb from each hand grip and pull one of my nipples, stretching them up, pulling my tits with it as I croaked around his fullness.
I had to swallow hard and quick when I felt the head and length of officer Monty's cock smartly slap my cunt and clit several times. I squirmed when, with the last slap, he drew it back, no doubt coating the underside with my warm juices as it slid along and between my lips.
He left me, only momentarily. It wasn't the head of his cock I felt, but the sudden warmth of his breath ahead of his lips on the humid flesh of my right thigh. He skirted away from my wet peppered mound and drifted across to my left thigh. More kisses rained down on me as I sucked and licked Bob's cock, which he was fully fucking in and out of my throat, building up to his own climax while mine was coming along quite nicely.
George's lips were shortly replaced by his tongue, which he drew along my crease. That sent a shiver resonating throughout my body and I couldn't help but rest my hands on his nape. When he settled on my clit, though, I jerked at his head, holding it firm and close. Not for one second did I want him to leave or stop. I made him my prisoner for the moment as my climax rose to the surface. It exploded on his face, and then his tongue, ravenous in its action, was licking up my juices as they flooded from me.
I was so caught up with the euphoria of my own climax that I failed to notice Bob's shaft begin to swell followed by the head. He fired the first creamy hot rope deep inside my throat and then drew himself back to splash the second in my mouth. Although I luxuriated in its warmth, taste and texture before eventually swallowing, he managed to pull himself free and cream the third sticky load on my lips, chin and neck.
‘Lovely,' I regaled to myself at a wonderful simultaneous climax. Okay, it would have felt better in my pussy, but there was plenty of time for that while Bob's cock, as I sucked it afterwards, displayed little to no lack of being able to accomplish what was needed to fulfil that. Besides, he had yet to dine on my pussy while I got to enjoy what officer George Monty had to offer - yummy.
Even before George had given up his loads while Bob not only licked my pussy and clit but rimmed my asshole for me, he, Bob, was sliding his warm thick firm length deep inside my cunt. He took it slow and sensual. He was in no rush to fuck me hard and deep as he stroked my throbbing clit, occasionally squeezing it and then stroking the stem as if it were a mini cock before returning to the ever intensifying circles he drew around it.
My ass wasn't neglected. Oh no. He had two fingertips inside it. I did my best to rock back as he fucked both holes with urgency, exactly how I like to be fucked by two cocks, both thrusting into me at the same time, and certainly with more force than I was getting; from Bob, anyway.
Officer Monty was doing a champion job of fucking my throat with his bulging cockhead while he rolled and pulled on my nipples. Every so often he held one at full stretch and then he delivered a slap to it. I gasped around his shaft as the pleasure intensified and my climax quickened.
I felt the dull wet chastisement of George's shaft when he slapped it on each cheek and then slapped it against my vibrant lips a couple of times. He left it there at my pleasure, I raised my head as I opened my lips and it dropped inside. My hand came up to hold his hips and then I worked my mouth and lips up and down, urging him to cum and fill my mouth, my climax waiting for the wonderful moment.
His creamy hot spunk flooded my mouth as my climax peaked. Bob, though, didn't let up and soon I was hurtling towards an even greater climax as I savoured the taste of officer Monty's essence. It was rich and delicious and there was so much of it that my cheeks swelled like that of a hamster's before I subsequently swallowed. As with Bob, his cock was perfectly hard as I sucked and swallowed the next load, only to draw myself back and accept the third on my lips while the head of the rope reached up high on my forehead.
When they switched on me, I found myself bent over the table. My ripe tits hung down and swayed free with each back and forth motion as I was properly spit fucked by the officers. I had my feet an obscene distance apart, George holding me with his fingers on my midriff as he thrust his hips at me while Bob's shaft completed the scene as it slid between my warm moist lips.
"Hur-urmn," I mumbled when the intensity got at me. I pushed back, wanting as much of officer George's cock as he had to give - more if he had it. I imagined it rubbing over my sweet spot, making me cry with each sensitive touch. I was there and theirs for the taking.
I was left gasping, my body shaking as I lay across the table when they took themselves from me. Hands went to work on my clothes and in no time at all, I was naked save for my shoes.
Clearly, they were determined to have me at the same time. My dripping wet pussy getting fucked some more while my tight little ass would not be spared the rod. I was dragged to where George was laid on the interrogation room floor by Bob's strong grip. Positioned above and astride him, my feet planted rather than bent and kneeling, I was directed to lower myself toward what awaited me. Long thick inches of cock. Cock that would soon be buried deep inside my pussy while another was shoved up my tight asshole; heavenly.
As I lowered my body with perfect balance, my knees moved apart. I gazed between my shapely tits, which were covered with a cocktail of my drying and dried saliva and the officer's cum. I reached between my outturned thighs and grasped officer Monty's shaft. When I felt the head catch my lips, I swiped it back and forth. My body trembled with expectancy and urgency and then it was once more deep inside; nestled, embraced and embedded in the warmth of my horny wet cunt.
I slowly slid down his length, savouring the sensations and control before placing my hands on his chest. I took a deep breath, just the one, and then flexed myself up and down his rampant, raging length. I was fucking officer Monty that hard and fast that the sound of my thighs and ass slapping his thighs and groin rang out around the sound-proof room.
They were supposed to be interrogating me, not fucking me, but I so enjoyed it and didn't want it to stop.
"Fuck me, fuck me, yes, more, fuck me," I cried out. Finally, a mouth free of dick, I found the voice to encourage them; George, anyway, while Bob looked on at my slutty behaviour. Yes. I suppose in some small way I was very much the slut and I soon let them know it.
"Fuck my cunt, fuck my slutty cunt," I continued to cry out as another climax swelled inside me. It was halted, though, when George and then Bob took back control.
My legs were directed to that of a more natural position: me knelt on all fours and with my hands either side of George's shoulders. While I did that, he ran his hands over my tits, onto and down my sides, around my waist and then, finally, over my round shapely ass. As Bob took up a kneeling position behind me, officer Monty drew my ass cheeks apart in readiness. I had to be gaping invitingly right then.
I felt the warm hard flesh of Bob's cock graze my back as he lowered it towards my asshole. I felt so open, so exposed and so naked. Perfect for getting doubled teamed and ass railed.
"Shove it, shove that big cock of yours up my ass," I ordered.
"Oh yes, don't stop, give me it all, right in my shitter," I cried and urged all the while rocking up and down George's shaft with slow sensual motions, the like of which contributed to the fire that was blazing away in my core.
"Fuck both my holes, fuck both my fucking holes. Please, fuck my holes," I cried out as the sensations grew ever more intense.
It was hot and humid. I was sweating, even. Drips rolled off my nose, eyelashes and chin as I fucked myself back and they thrust themselves forward. The timing was perfect, the rhythm spot on, as another climax threatened to come crashing down on me.
"Oh yes, officers. Fuck me, fuck my slutty holes with your big dicks," I urged them, only for the door of the police interrogation room to suddenly slam open...!
There, in the doorway, stood a big black police officer. He was built like the proverbial brick shit house. His police uniform shirt, which denoted he was a Sergeant from the three stripes that adorned it, looked like it was about to burst and not just from the size of his arms; ones befitting the stature of a tree trunk.
I was about to make myself cum for the third, or was it the fourth time? Who knows, I certainly wasn't keeping count as I shoved my black toy deep inside my ass and stroked my horny clit with my very wet, sticky fingers; my pussy dripping wet - literally.
He stepped inside and I jolted with the sound of him slamming the door closed. In no time at all, he was beside me, beside us. I had already noticed the impression his long black cock made as he swaggered towards us, hitting against the surge material of his trousers like a pendulum with each defined step he took.
I gazed with expected awe. Save for that of the two big cocks that were reaming my holes - ass and cunt - I was otherwise motionless as he directed his right hand to grasp his waistband and then slowly lower the zip with his left. I held my breath with expectation and I watched as he slid his hand inside his trousers. After the briefest of moments, his arm, followed by his wrist and hand along with what he was grasping, emerged from his trousers.
He released his cock and it just hung there. Big, long and mouthwateringly thick. It certainly caused my mouth to salivate while my tongue licked my lips with anticipation and hunger. It would be a challenge, that's for sure. One I was very much up for.
Ron (the name I'll give him) grabbed at my hair and pulled me towards his massive cock. While those inside me fucked my ass and cunt, my attention and, with it, concentration, were directed and focused on the huge black one in front of me.
He exerted excellent muscle control, flexing his cock up so that it aligned at a reachable angle for my mouth to consume it. His black dick was hard and veiny and it stretched my lips wide. I thought they would split when I felt the bulging head push at them, only to, thankfully, feel it pop inside. All the same, his shaft gave little leeway of any kind as my lips scraped along the warm, blood throbbing mass.
In little time at all, I was being fucked hard and deep by three big cocks. My mouth continued to salivate, my pussy became ever wetter with each new climax and my body perspired. God only knew what my damp bedraggled hair must have looked like just then.
When Sergeant Ron took his ebony cock from me, both of my lips were a quiver, and that's in addition to all the strands of saliva that hung from my lower lip and chin to that of Ron's slick coated cockhead before breaking off.
"Let me get at the whore, now," he said. His tone was less than a growl while being loud and booming all the same. ‘God. No. He's going for my ass,' I realised when Bob slowly withdrew himself from me. I did my best to hold him in, clutching his shaft with my rectal muscles, but he managed to get himself free.
I was, nonetheless, grateful that the Sergeant's cock was heavily coated with my saliva, which was some comfort.
I concentrated on relaxing my sphincter as Ron moved to the side and behind me - my eyes following his awesome cock until it was out of sight. When I turned my head back, officer Bob's cock, covered in my ass juice, was awaiting my oral attention as he held it before me.
I skimmed my warm wet tongue over and around the head. I gasped and suddenly jolted forward, only to once more relax back when I felt the Sergeant's rod, the ominous head to be precise, brush against my exposed backdoor. Was he about to make a big fucking delivery, or what! I remarked to myself as I licked the offered shaft of Bob's upstanding tool.
Ron grabbed at my hair and then he jerked back my head. Due to my position and the action of George fucking my horny wet cunt while I continued to lick Bob's shaft, my spine curved, my tits and hard nipples projected towards officer Monty all the more, while my midriff fell lower and my ass stuck up in the air, invitingly.
"Make me take it. Tear it apart," I cried out when I felt the initial pressure. He took me at my invitation and jerked himself forward. What little pain and discomfort there may have been melted away and formed itself into a vortex of an orgasm. It swirled and twirled around my body, consuming me with its strength and almost overpowering euphoria. I was gasping repetitively as more and more of Ron's thick cock monster was shoved up my ass.
Back on my bed, I was up on all fours, just as I was for the three officers. I had my black toy, all 10 lovely long thick and veined inches of it shoved deep in my ass, my fingers and thumb holding the red coloured end so that I didn't suddenly lose it. My nipples were rock hard, threatening to burst as I fucked my available fingers and thumb up inside my dripping wet pussy.
"Cum for me, cum on me, cum all over me. I want to drown in your flood of creamy hot spunk!" I appealed, Just that word, spunk, drives me towards my final orgasm, one that more than satisfies my need.
"Spunk, spunk it over me. Yes, more, do it," I cried out as my face, followed by my tits and body, was covered in the first of nine creamy hot ropes of cum. Sticky, messy and abundantly wet. I looked like a glazed doughnut afterwards.
I flopped onto the bed, the toy in my ass held there as my contractions continued, unabated, and my orgasm continued to crash through me like the waves of a huge storm.
‘Thank you,' I said, and drifted off to sleep, satisfied and fulfilled.
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